Her hands stay locked,
Locked tight into her skin.
And her hairs all fall on,
Hiding her face within.
Her eyes try hard,
Try hard to sink in.
For her own tears,
Couldn't stop flowing.
And each second waits,
A little longer for her.
And each nightmare,
Flows with pain and blood.
Will she ever get out of it?
Of course, but with a weaker heart.
For the remains of her tears rolling down,
Will forever still tear her apart.